You can't look in these eyes   Can't live out these lies   Walk the walk, talk the talk      It doesn't leave my head, staining my cells grey   This is all the thanks that I get from you   Feed the fear, nothing's clear      You hear me, you   You hear me, you      There's no rest for consequences of guilt   Facing my own doubts about what is actually real   I told myself that I would live again   Lost all cause, fought them all to the end   All my aspirations fell to the bottom of hell   The womb of Mother Earth is bleeding, losing a son   Can't deny our decline      You hear me, you   You hear me      Walk the walk, talk the talk   Feed the fear, nothing's clear